@@Celtic88796. I'm warmed by the simple fact you've replied, thank you, I genuinely hope for a speedy recovery for you, and a safe return to you're family. we both know addiction is a fickle fate, not many slip through to get another chance, god is definitely on you're side to get two chances at a healthy destination, I'm on Instagram, connell6503 if wanting to send me a progressive update James, God bless brother : ) .
@@Celtic88796. No problem in the world James, the ex-addicts look after there own. I'm a photographer from Sydney Australia, stay strong James, you will get through this as well.
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